On The Pillow, of Hope
( Silence, rests )
*
so
alone,
lying in
a corner of
Your Heart, a
Vale, of Sorrow,
where An Echo lives,
of Your Longing, Wishes,
and Sighs . . . She hears Them,
as They wander, EverMore, within
Her Dream, as They weave within Her
Portrait of Light, a Bell of Midnight Skies,
so cry, My Angel, for Your Tears are not
in vain, They are Diamonds, reflected
in Heaven, Stars, dancing in a
Mother’s Eyes . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments